My Failure is My Success
I knew from the very beginning it wouldn’t end well. You and I were like oil and vinegar, chalk and cheese. You smoked and I needed to avoid smoke. I’m vegan, you love meat. I have a strong moral compass and I don’t know, do you even have one?
I never told you, that one morning early on, I drove to your place. I had to pull over. I was crying uncontrollably and couldn’t see through my tears to drive. I wanted to run as far from you as I could, but it already felt too late.
In hindsight, I should have told you no. Told you that I can’t live with you and I don’t want to be with you. It was like you had this power over me. You weren’t making me do it, yet I felt helpless to leave. I was trapped in a nightmare.
I could see the writing on the wall. This was never going to work. It was going be a nasty, ugly mess. I was right. It took everything I had to walk away.
I learned a lot from this experience. I was strong and I handled myself with integrity and dignity. I dealt with you as kindly and firmly as I possibly could. Your irrational and erratic behaviour tested my perseverance and patience.
I want to thank you for unknowingly showing me what I’m made of. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, I rose above. I am not defined by this mistake.
I picked up the pieces and started a new chapter. I realized that learning from failure is the first step to success. And boy, did I learn!